Compliment Showdown!

Let's get interactive!

Here are two of the best compliments I have received this year:

1) You are goddess of the questions. Goddess, but also devil.
2) You're annoyingly sexy.

Cast your vote for your favourite using the comment bit below; I'm considering having the winning phrase on my headstone when I finally check out. Unless anyone can top those beauties with something even better?

Bus + hormones = bad

Sitting upstairs on the bus this morning during a ridiculously long journey, I watched a bloke waiting to board. (By the bye, apologies for most of my recent posts being about blokes, but I happen to like them and my hormones happen to have decided I have to harmonise with nature, Spring being Mating Season).

So, this bloke is fairly attractive, and obviously scores more highly because cast into sharp relief against the denizens of Bolton. I like his clothes - very vain, I know, but I would not have cast even an initial glance if he'd been in a tracksuit. But, he sits downstairs, and gets off the bus just ahead of me and immediately puts up his brolly. We're both walking into the same shopping centre (shortcut) and at the doors he puts down the brolly...

Now, I genuinely have no problem with long hair on boys, it can be quite lovely sometimes. But this guy had straightened his hair. It was over-straightened. I was thrown into confusion and thankfully our paths diverged.

A shyness that is criminally vulgar

I'm shy. It's true. Especially with boys. But for some reason I'm currently attracted to some boys shyer than me, which kind of blows the whole thing. I recently:

1) Spent several days getting up the nerve to text-ask for a date from a boy. Finally worded a message which was casual enough yet firm and clear. Shy boy ducked the question.

2) Spent several hours in the same room as another shy boy hoping I was giving out psychic energy sufficient to make him realise I think he's lovely. Failed entirely to have any kind of conversation, but only 50% of that was my problem. Came across as alcoholic, as continued to head to the bar in hope that maybe I wasn't drunk enough to overcome my shyness, with the niggling suspicion that I was already too drunk to overcome my shyness in a coherent manner.

Perhaps I confuse shyness with brooding? Heathcliff always was a sex symbol.